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lirik lagu killa by nature – tommy wright iii

chicken bone now it’s on, now it’s on, now it’s on x 100+

[k!lla c]
yo they got me in the slammer, one they call chicken bone
throw me in that straight-jacket so i won’t go shank someone
yo they got me locked down murderers getting next to me
i’m finna find another victim, you best call security
i’m tired of looking at these walls, i feel like an animal
i might think like jeffrey dahmer and become a cannibal
if i can decide or come to a conclusion;
y’all gon’ have to lock me up in the inst-tution
i’m fearing it is mental health, think i might get jacked to death
i must sit around and wait, but i got a trial date
i wonder will the jury plead that my case is guilty
that i only k!lled a man, why don’t you come shake my hand
my sawed-off i never see, out this penitentiary
waiting on a visit man, if no one comes i’m gon’ campaign
feeling like a reject, thinking that my case was rigged
man i hate the justice system, but i have to live wit it
murder in the first degree, thinking of a k!lling
meditated once again so i can get that feeling
get in touch with another gut and deliver
stealing in such a way that your whole body shiver
that’s why i’m tied off in the straight jacket; can’t get free
cause i k!lled a mail man just for staring at me
they lock me up, sometimes i think my screws are loose
they think i’m crazy, sometimes i think i’m crazy too
i woke up early in the morning, popped a clip in my nine
c-cked my hammer back, and something snapped in my mind
that’s why they got me locked up in this padded white room
now i’m talking to myself like a psychopathic fool
and they sticking me with needles, stuffing my mouth with pills
and since there’s nothing else to do, i think of ways to k!ll
add a touch of gunpowder; just to make my mind cl1ck
to make me just like my master; a lunatic
welcome to starter city, where people have psycho thoughts
there’s visions of dead bodies, just not around pull-up park
so go get a chainsaw and (unintelligible) i cut it
body parts start to drippin’ and the blood starts to pourin’
see i sit in the darkness and check my attire
and if i start to get hungry, i go and borrow me a screwdriver
my thoughts are all wicked, body parts are delicious
i find myself wit a butcher knife and i go plan a k!lling
see the way that i do things, i do it the psycho way
michael myers was k!lling, to chicken bone life is child’s play
never slack up on murders, cause i’m creeping with the body bag
psychopathic schizophrenic sleeping in a ski maaaaaaaask

chicken bone now it’s on, now it’s on, now it’s on x 100+

- tommy wright iii

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